4

I could wait...

4 a wind whisper...

4 the infinite heartbeat...

4 these ghosts that never left me...

4 cross the Black Sea...

4 my black bright nights...

4 see the world, like Blake did it...

4 a promise of Lorca flying in a DC-10...

4 the words without rhythm...

4 long songs made by random...

4 a mysterious phone call...

4 the birthday wishes list...

4 an honest apology of a thieve...

4 visit all the cardinal points...

I could...

but sometimes my thinkings sleep in a fear's bed...